So, I step into my rooms, and what do I see

So, I step into my rooms, and what do I see?
A little gerbil on the floor, looking right up at me.
"Milo!" I exclaim, and he dashes for the bed.
His illegality almost makes me lose my head.
I forget my strategy, and make a reach
When I should remember what past experiences teach
I lay watching and reaching, unable to obtain
My little creature as he flees, what a pain!
Then suddenly I remember, a cool feature about rodents
their sense of curiosity is very potent
Ditching my plan, I go to the cage
(Where the other one remains, perhaps out of age)
I grab the food, and lay it out on the floor
And sit and wait, for my rogue dork
And with enough coaxing and cooing, I finally see
The little snot poke his head out and be...
right within my reach, but I remember I must wait
And position my body, and study his gait
Until finally I have him cornered, and oh what a fight!
The gerbil comes to life, and runs with all his might
Feeling wild all day, he is now impossible to grab
and when my hand even touches him, his reaction is bad
I swear he sends his body a foot in the air
if I even touch just a single hair
But I am bigger than he, and in a moment he's trapped
With no where to run, he hides like a brat
But I remove my garbage can and the obstacles there
And call his name, like a dare
Distracted by the moving items, he lands
face first, directly in my extended hand
Predicting his wildness, I pay attention as he's in my grasp
If he gets away again, I might laugh
Calming him down, I put him back in the cage,
locate the source of freedom, and disengage.
Then I fired up my computer, grateful he didn't chew
on all the wires down by my shoe
And write a little poem, though I did not intend it to be
This long, because I still need to pee.

After all, I just got home!